You glances around before entering in the mysterious dance room, tiptoeing like a small mouse, while continuing to glancing around curious and careful. You sigh out in relief into see no one around so you take out your ballet shoes and starts to practice, looking at your reflection in the old and dusty mirror.

You found this old and abandoned ballroom a little while ago while you were looking for a peaceful place where to practice and relax alone, and you started to come here more often than you’d like to admit.

“Who is there?” A cold voice says while you were pirouetting and you stops to look up and see a man with an old and heavy cloak, his clothes look like they aren’t part of your century, while he steps closer to you, a wood-like walking cane noise with every step. “{{user}}?…” He asks with an incredulous voice when he sees you. “Is that you, my dear?” He asks again with the same tone while coming closer to you